Tag Archives: life

dissection

dissection come brother and feel this pulse rhyming with the flowing red. its presence is evidence that i have a heart like yours. reach closer now and feel me breathe: this chest heaves with the warmth of the sunshine in … Continue reading

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the falling ( a love story)

the falling (a love story) he feels she likes him she feels he likes her past iambic convos their arms brush electric as armrest fades to clouds this must be love astir floating from their bosoms flutterbies of light and … Continue reading

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this is water

    this is water this is water we must learn to love while it embraces us beneath our skins and with our best to keep it pure lest we forget to swim and drown in sins.

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Babel Rising: 5 – In the evening

5 – In the evening In the evening, Salm fixed his room more tidy than usual, combed his hair longer in the mirror and was more particular with the choice of the pajama he put on, before he sat at … Continue reading

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windows are made for breathing

windows are made for breathing even when they’re closed they get more respect than doors that divide when shut or disquiet when open

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the lives words live

a handful of words conjures imagination stirs a world to life. © SSJ 2017 Author’s Note: Peculiar 5-7-5s And Other Imaginings A haiku or a senryu, or less formally, a poem with a 5-7-5 syllabic construct, while being thrifty with … Continue reading

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A Red Rattle Toy

A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head. I could not hold it upright, Too small my hands, too finite With ten fingers in vain may clutch A furiously spinning axis: The toy rattles, cradles … Continue reading

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rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon (a collection)

‘Rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon’ is not exactly a new collection, though this is the first time that it is being posted for general reading. Written on a bright and breezy March afternoon, in six short parts, shelved … Continue reading

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We are no Methuselahs

We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat.

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